Thanks to the power of the internet, a new awesome mature rated trailer has been leak for Lionsgate Films adaptation of the cult comic ‘KICK ASS’. Directed by Matthew Vaughn, the man behind films like ‘Stardust’ and ‘Layer Cake’, it is shaping up to be one exciting flick that might bring something new to the superhero genre… And with a cast containing Nicolas Cage, Mark Strong and Aaron Johnson, what is there not to like? Watch the trailer below and see how kick ass it really is!
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Also, 3 new reviews are up on the website and introducing a whole new feature! The Film General gets his claws out on the recent live action anime adaptation, ‘Dragonball: Evolution’ as well as take a stab at Korea’s answer to Tarantino with ‘The City of Violence’. The Film Lieutenant however decides to give his two cents on the latest CGI animated flick ‘Astro Boy’ as well as state his opinion on the recent Horror trends with his Top 10 Best and Worst Films of the last decade! Do you agree with this gore nut? Discuss!
Kirra Lynne has one bangin’ hardbody and she showed it all off on the streets of West Hollywood. Kirra did a sultry panty removal at an outdoor cafe, and when we took to the streets she lifted her dress up and showed the camera her phat booty. But Kirra really knocked it out of the park when she hit the streets wearing a thong bikini. The bikini eventually came off and Kirra’s fingers ended up going between her legs. She really wanted to finish herself off at this point, so we headed to the parking garage of a local mall, found a secluded staircase and let Kirra get naked for a hot masturbation finale.
Click here to see Kirra get sultry when she takes her panties off at an outdoor cafe.
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I had a babysitter when I was a kid.
She was kind of a hippie type girl,
that really pissed me off to be honest. However, she had nice boobs, long brown hair,
and a really sweet ass, so I was able to get past the hippie thing.
She used to heat up coke bottles,
and stretch them out into
weird shapes.
I used to dream of being Batman,
and she was Cat Woman, so I was doing her.
His tongue penetrated my young rectum for quite some time as it seemed he was enjoying the taste of my young flesh. He was my older brother and I haven’t thought of this until recently, how did he know at his young age what to do? He was a young master at his craft. Is it possible that he was being sexually abused as a boy as his skills were quite perfected. His saliva dripped from my ass and down my scrotum unto the bed clothes and it felt amazing. I was terrified that our secret would be found out as I seen all the saliva on the sheets when mom went to wash them! I was too young to realize that the saliva would dry up and we would be ok. As he licked and savoured my ass he was feeling himself up and I figured it was ok. He truly loved me, he showed me every night how much he loved me, yet essentially ignored me all day…. until night time again.
Daisies blowing in the wind, so free. Fields of them. I would lay in the fields as a child and listen to the wind blowing in the daisies and reflect on my nightly ritual and wonder about shame and love…. I never felt loved by anyone other than my older brother.
shawna came to me with no idea of what a sub was, much less how to be one. I had a room to rent, and she was a new freshman at a local college. I rented her the room, and it didn’t take long for me to recognize that she would make a good sub.
One night I went to her room and told her to take off her clothes, that I wanted to see her naked. She looked disbelieving, and I told her sternly, “Strip, right now!” In a few minutes her clothes lay in a pile on the floor and I got my first look at that beautiful brown body with its lovely tits, ass and pussy.
When I put my hands on shawna’s tits she flinched a bit and I told her to stand still so I could examine her. She put her arms down by her sides and I began a thorough examination with my eyes and my hands.
By the time I left shawna’s room, she had a whole new respect for me. I laid down some guidelines for her to follow, and she has grown as a sub since then.
I think the lovely and talented Amber Campisi, Miss February 2005, is a really special woman from an amazing family, so it was a pleasure putting together this post, although there was sadness in it, too.
Photographed by Arny Freytag and Stephen Wayda. As one of the managers of Campisi’s Restaurant, a family-run business that has been a Dallas favorite since 1946, Amber Campisi can be chauvinistic about her family’s cooking. “I’ll eat anything,” she says, “but I don’t usually like Italian anywhere else. The way we do it is just better.”
When the 23-year-old restaurateur visited our office, she hauled in enough oval Campisi’s pizzas to feed the staff. “My family can’t travel without them,” she says. “When we go to the Cayman Islands every year, we bring lasagna and pizzas in a cooler. It’s ridiculous.” “There are pictures of me wearing an apron and a name tag when I was five years old,” she says. “I would go to work with my dad when I was little and stay until closing time. They’d cover me with napkins, and I’d sleep in a booth.”
Jack Ruby, a friend of Amber’s grandfather Joe, dined there the night before he shot Lee Harvey Oswald. This led the Warren Commission to interview the elder Campisi. “One of the stories is that Ruby came in and told my grandfather he was going to do it to spare the Kennedys the pain of a trial,” she says. Whatever was said that night, Dallas now has seven Campisi’s restaurants that are better known for their squisito Italian cuisine. (“Specialty of the House,” Playboy, February 2005.)
AMBITIONS: To help run the family restaurant and one day pass it on to my children.
TURN-ONS: Athletic men, someone who is confident but not cocky, and redheads.
FAVORITE COLLEGE COURSES: Nonprofit Communication, Communication Research and Argumentation
Heck yeah, charity and hot gingers — you see what I mean? This girl is super awesome. And you know she eats spaghetti. Strong family bonds, love of cooking, she’s got some great and special qualities, in my opinion. This is not some airbrushed airhead looking to launch a D-list career with her rack. Ms. Campisi seems fun-loving and genuine.
Her father, was on an E! special called Wildest Party Parents, which focused on his restaurant Campisi’s Egyptian Room. The handlers at the E! cable network have been very soothing to Dallas restaurateur Corky Campisi, who will be featured in Friday night’s Wildest Party Parents.
“They said, ‘Don’t worry, you won’t be embarrassed,’ ” says Corky. “The previews show me with a girl’s high heel in my mouth.”
Regardless, Corky is anything but embarrassed. “As long as it’s good for business,” he says, referring to his family’s Mockingbird Lane eatery, Campisi’s Egyptian.
An E! camera crew was in Dallas in December and filmed Corky out on the town with his three daughters, former Playboy centerfold Amber Campisi and twin sisters Tara and Gina Campisi. (“Campisi puts the E! in party.” Peppard, Alan. The Dallas Morning News, May 30, 2007.)
You may hit Ms. Campisi up on the myspace, or follow her on the twitter. Sadly, Amber’s younger sister Gina just passed away last Wednesday, February 3. She was only 26. Amber got this tattoo as a memorial.
I’m sure their large family is beside themselves over losing her sister so young, especially Gina’s twin Tara. So maybe, please, don’t send Amber a bunch of pervy or weird stuff right now?
The Morning News is reporting that Gina Campisi’s death is an apparent suicide, which understandably makes the loss that much more tragic and difficult for her family to process. It’s especially tragic because she had only recently begun to build on her family’s food history and make a name for herself.
With business partner Brittany O’Daniel, Gina had opened her own restaurant, Fedora Restaurant & Lounge at One Arts Plaza, just last year. When you go to the website for Fedora, it is not only gorgeous and well-designed, but, on a fun note, it plays the “Parla più piano” (“Speak softly, love”) theme made famous in the Godfather films. It seems that, like Amber, Gina was sensitive to family traditions, stylish history, and culinary flair.
Interior shot during a party. Fine Italian dining demands a swanky, romantic setting –– like that of Fedora Restaurant & Lounge, owned by Dallas’ Gina Campisi and Brittney O’Daniel and designed by Tyler Duncan of Duncan Design Group. Reminiscent of a scene from The Godfather or an Al Pacino mobster movie, large plush red couches, black, white and cream interiors and dramatic chandeliers give the restaurant a 1940s feel. Flat screen televisions play classic Hollywood flicks as the sensational smells of Chef Jordan’s creations waft from the kitchen. (“About Fedora,” official site)
Gina in 2008 at a DIFFA Dining by Design event in North Dallas; photograph by Christopher Wynn of Eats Blog, guidelive.com Enter Gina Campisi. The 25-year-old granddaughter of the legendary Joe Campisi is no stranger to the local scene. Her family’s Campisi’s Egyptian has been dishing out pizza and pasta for more than 60 years, though her new restaurant is far removed from the old-school appeal of the family business. …
Campisi says her aim was to create a place that was hip and modern while appealing to a broad cross section of Dallas diners. “And really, I just wanted to stay as true to my roots and upbringing as possible,” she says.
For delivering credible, updated Italian food with flair* – and an approachably modest price point – I’ll give Fedora a tip of the hat.
(“Restaurant Review: Fedora.” Harwell, Kim. The Dallas Morning News, March 13, 2009.)
*Please note that the chef at the time of Ms. Harwell’s review, Christopher Patrick, is no longer with Fedora. Beginning in December 2009, the kitchen has been headed by Chef Jordan Rogers.
All of my condolences to the Campisi family, and R.I.P. to Gina Campisi. Male a che muori; s’acconza la menestra (“Pity he who dies; those who live, continue to prepare the supper.”)
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The gimp and I got a dog. He’s an adult medium-sized mix from a shelter. One of those shelters that boils the leftover pets and turns them into Salisbury steak-shaped-products for the school system. I object to that practice on principle. Children don’t deserve that kind of luxury. But it was love at first sight for Mr. Slave. They were both at the end of their leashes, drooling around their rubber balls. It was adorable.
Of course, the first rule of dog ownership is training. I love that. And not just because it gives me another reason to wear my latex Nazi costume with my hair in a strict bun, a scourge in my hand, and immaculately painted scarlet lips. It also keeps me from finding a steaming pile of shit logs in my slippers. So far, he knows to sit, lie down, roll over and lick my peanut-butter-smeared roast beef until it makes its own horseradish spread.
When he’s a good boy, he gets a treat… And when you’re a dog, “good” means “breathing and mostly not chewing up the entire fucking house.” So the little bastard has more toys than I do. I guess that makes up for the fact that he eats nothing but ass cereal every day. And the fact that we make him pool mud in the back yard, in the snow. And how we put him on a chain or in a cage when we’re tired of him being a cocksucker.
There’s only one thing… He has to sit there and listen while Daddy rams his slimy fist into Mommy’s blossoming, feminine cornhole. To the elbow. And when we’re wandering around afterward, naked and covered in tapioca, he has to watch. Sometimes I wonder if he considers it normal for a person to ice down his or her genitals and set compound fractures after sex. What if he were a child, and his nuts were intact?
But he’s not a child, is he? No. He’s infinitely better. Even though he’s a teen in dog years, he doesn’t eat the last cookie or hog the remote. He’ll never steal the pills that Mommy takes for her “prescription medication addiction” and sell them to his friends. And he won’t be filling our house with fucking H.I.M. CDs and getting tribal tattoos on his biceps. And if I ever find out that he has, we’re covering them with something a little less metro. This oughta do.
